The Art of Old Photographs.

If you would understand anything, observe its beginning and its development.
-Aristotle

I am always amazed at the unlimited supply of vintage photographs I am able to find through various channels. Charming photos of loved ones from the past, that some how got separated from their now ancestors. It's so easy for me to wonder how such a thing could happen. To allow my mind to search out the endless possibilities of what events transgressed to make these people essentially nameless in a sea of unwanted aging paper. To feel sorry for these unknown faces seems like such a silly thing- and yet, I can't help but wonder if a century from now my image will be just another unknown face in a sea of others. 

I have descended from a long line of scholars, and it is likely this very reason I am able to trace our lineage back to the 1500's. Even more so that I have a family book containing photos of these people. I always take comfort in the fact that their faces are familiar to me. I have looked fondly upon their faces since I was a little girl, and while many of them had come and gone long before even my mother was born- I can remember each ones name as if it were my own. The tight smiles and beautiful clothing always seeming to come down to a untouchable art- especially in this day and age. Their is a certain beauty to each photo, the way every shot was carefully planned and posed as if they knew it would still be lovingly looked upon in the very distant future. I can only hope someone does the same for me.